A blackboard-screech scratchat the redwood front door.“Trick-or-Treat”,a red-eyedcat of bonesyowls at Purrboxx’s “owners”.Purrboxxhumps his back -withoutoffering a treat -bolts into the nightthrough the open doorway.

Purrboxx’s “owners”rush after him,call in vain,stomp about,flashlights flickeringunder benches, under bushes,until they hear a menacing “rrrroooaaaOOORRR”, deep and strong:Purrboxx flies by on the back of a broomto the front porch roofwhere he dismounts,stroked lovingly bya whirlwind in black. Hejumps to earth, zips into his warm,lamp-lit house,through the open front door,as the coyotes,drooling, scuttle away.